But he can have nothing to do with it."
"Of course not. So will you sit? You want to give in. I know that."
"I do"
"I was sure of it."
"At the same time, remember the doctor's advice."
"Oh, doctors are always against that sort of thing."
"Julian, I have a strong feeling that, should we ever get any
manifestation at all, it will be inimical, even deadly, to one or both
of us. Each time we have sat a sensation of distress has taken hold of
me, and each time with greater force."
"Nerves!"
"Well, then, the hand which you say you held was nerves?"
"Perhaps. But that is just it. I must know, or at least try to know. It
is inevitable. We can't stop now, Val, whether we are standing on the
threshold of good, or evil, or--nothing at all. We have got to go on.
Besides, you and I have not effected an exchange."
"Of souls? No. Perhaps it is an imbecile proceeding to try."
"No matter."
"Or a dangerous proceeding."
"You are temporizing, and the night is running away as hard as it can.
Come, now, will you do what I want--yes or no?"
After a long hesitation, Valentine slowly answered:
"Yes."
And absurdly, as he said it, he felt like a man who tosses the dice for
life or death.
CHAPTER IX
THE FOURTH SITTING
They turned the light off and sat down in silence.
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